Shooting Star

Crisp night air, pure white clouds,
three dimensional in the twilight sky.
Moving, yet never to the naked eye, towards the south they huddle.
Dark endless galaxies to float in,
their guardian brightly watches,
with a circular ring around its glow.
Out of nowhere.
It shoots like a rocket.
Leaves a trail to trace.
Explodes with a powerful burst.
Capture the twinkle from its wish,
As it slowly fades away,
with a kiss,
that was cast upon its flight.